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“Well, isn’t that nice. Don’t you think so, Jane?”

Jane gave her an odd look. “Yes …”

“We come here whenever we want to get out. It’s a great place for dancing,” she explained.

Then Jane caught on. And so did I.Evil, evil woman.

“Do you go dancing often?” Jane asked Dorian.

“Not really, no,” he answered.

“Well, the least you could do is ask Adelaide to dance.”

We looked at each other in horror. Our track record with dancing wasn’t great.

I spoke up. “That’s not necessary—”

“I’m not one for dancing—” He shook his head.

“You’re the youngest ones in this restaurant. Whatever you do, the old timers around here will be impressed,” Beatrice urged.

“I’m not really a jazz fan,” I tried to reason.

“Dance, dance, dance!” Jane began cheering and my stomach plummeted as if someone had tipped my chair back and let my head crack against the floor. Dorian’s face mirrored the same alarm.

One second, our entire table was cheering. Next, the customers around us were clapping.

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The chair beside me scuffed the floor. Dorian was up and extending his hand.

“Dance with me,” he said.

“I don’t have much of an option, do I?”

“Not really.”

So I rose and took his hand, satisfying everyone around us and torturing myself in the process. We left our table and joined the small group of couples dancing in front of the jazz musicians. The older couples all swayed to the soft saxophone and lull of the singer’s voice.

His hands filled the space on my waist while mine occupied the back of his neck.

“Are they watching?” I asked, my back facing the tables.

“Oh yeah.” He nodded, looking past my shoulders.

“What are they doing?”

“Making snogging faces.”

“You’re kidding,” I said in horror, twisting so I could see our table.

Not a single one of them was looking at us.

“You’re the worst.” I shoved his shin with my boot, replacing his satisfied smirk with a scrunched brow.

“Christ.”His leg faltered for a split second before he was meeting my eyes again.